The note stayed pinned to the blanket long after we left the room.
Neither of us touched it.
Neither of us said a word.
We just stood there, breathing the same tension, the same dread.
Adrian reached for my hand, but I pulled away gently,
I needed to feel alone in that moment
Because for the first time, I realized this wasn’t just about me, or her, or him.
This was about the child growing inside me.
And what she was willing to do to claim something that was never hers.
The guards did another sweep
They didn’t find her, only more signs that she’d been watching.
A cup with lipstick on the rim in the kitchen,a shoeprint on the windowsill in the study, the perfume bottle is missing from my dresser.
Adrian installed new locks, reinforced the nursery, two guards posted outside our door,another stationed in the hallway.
His father sent his own security team,they didn’t speak much but they moved with purpose.
That night, I couldn’t sleep,I kept thinking of the note.
“I want him”
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